Chapter Twenty FourThe days seemed to run into one another in Emily's mind, and all she could use to judge what was happening was the play of darkness and light across the room. Sometimes she heard her mother talking in soft tones besides the bed and wondered what she was doing here. She hadn't seen her in four years and wondered why she would care now. Because she'd been hurt? Because William Collado had nearly killed her? Emily didn't know why Monique Coulter was here, but she'd barely spoken since being admitted and never bothered to ask. It was enough to know her Mom was here, had cared enough to come. She'd thought never to have contact with her family again, but it seemed her mother had thought she was worth the trip. Obviously, Emerson Coulter hadn't felt the same, because Emily nev
